| Well' I got off work and headed for town to have a few
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| Determined I would drown the pain of losing you
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| But this couple on the dance floor were droppin' quarters in a slot
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| And this heartless thing kept spinnin' old forget-me-nots
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| The jukebox played along to my misery in song
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| Just as if it felt the pain that I was goin' through
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| Oh, it wailed out Crying Time and You Were Always On My Mind
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| I was singin' the blues and the jukebox played along
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| Well' the more I drank the more it became a mystery
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| How the men who wrote these songs wrote then just for me
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| They must have hid out in my closet or they had to read my mail
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| Lord, I must have heard at least ten dollars worth of Hell
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| Oh, the jukebox played along to my misery in song
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| Just as if it felt the pain that I was goin' through
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| It played I’m Born To Lose and I Can’t Stop Loving You
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| I was singin' the blues and the jukebox played along
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| They played Watson and Jones, Travis kept pickin' up bones
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| Somebody Laughed and I’m So Lonesome I Could Cry
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| There Goes My Everything, they played Golden Rings
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| They played Haggard and Hank, give me another drink |